I love her, and we are right for each other.” “If we say no, I suppose she will marry you any way?” Dad asked. I answered for Chuck, “Yes I wi...l! I love him.” “Well then, welcome to the family, son, ... and never call me 'Sir' again.” We were married three months later in my parents' garden. I had a custom gown, six brides-maids, a band, catered food, and an open bar. Chuck’s mom came to the wedding also. His dad was dead. There were so many people dancing and celebrating our marriage, I was so. “Thank you…but can I just ask you a few questions about your career please?” I spluttered. “Sure you can…little missy,” Hank purred like a lion, “but it would be better for me if you came and sat next to Hank. My hearings’ not what it used to be.” I smiled and reluctantly edged forward, but my skirt slid up my legs again giving him a second flash of my lace stocking tops. Hank was beaming as I stood up and straightened my skirt, making sure that I saw the sparkling ruby in his. A man like Clint would have a string of women that he bounces to and from. Sean was showing Clint his new trading cards, explaining how to play the game and Clint was actually listening. He was even asking questions and commenting on how ‘cool’ the characters looked. Jake, Sean’s dad, didn’t even do that. Clint looked over at her and raised an eyebrow, asking, ‘You ok?’ She nodded and told Sean, ‘Sean, can you get your stuff together while Mr. Davis and I talk about work for a few minutes?’ She. Afterwards, my exhausted cock mates tell me it is unforgettable.’ Ned drifted off fantasizing about a vigorous cowgirl fuck from the prim lady named Belinda. Ned dreamed: there was Belinda spreading his body wide, Belinda massaging his arms and legs, sucking his cock. He slept fitfully, unable to get comfortable by curling on his side, his favorite sleep position. He emerged from his slumber looking at the ceiling which flickered with the colorful light of candle glow. Sensing something was.